The roots of Nordrassil stretch far and deep, thicker than riverbanks and older than memory. Such great size carries a great hunger. In healthy times, they drink of decay and renewal alike, drawing strength from the endless turning of the natural cycle. But Hyjal has been wounded, its soil fouled by demonic venom. Descend into the deepest depths of the Well of Eternity. Study the roots there closely. We must know whether they have drawn in too much corruption... or if the World Tree may yet endure.